Want me to start from the beginning? Ok sure. About 2:30 in the afternoon, I’m waiting in Manchester Piccadilly—Nothing new. I stand there, half absorbed by what’s going on another platform some ways away. A blind guy was berating a ticket warden over some “illuminating revelation” he had three Fridays pasts. Real surreal shit. AnyhowContinue reading “Chance Encounter”
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We were just following orders
We were just following orders. For you it is a feeble excuse. But, then again, you are not the ones with chains around your ankles, and rags your only possession in this world—you have made sure of that. We had no choice. We had to do what we had to. Not for fear of Caesar’sContinue reading “We were just following orders”
Fu’s Gamble
Jiayi Fu, a professional gambler, walks away from a high-stakes game with a great haul of winnings. In the gambling circuit, you win some, and you lose some. Jiayi Fu strode out of the game hall with a skip in his stride, a heavy wallet and a Cheshire-cat grin on his face. Oh boy, heContinue reading “Fu’s Gamble”
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